No matter what you think about global warming, the past few days have opened my eyes to just how fickle people are. First, some background: I saw a status on one of the popular social networking sites this last spring from someone complaining about the unseasonably cold temperatures. Understandable, but the thing that caught my eye was the blatant comment that went something along the lines of, "Global warming my ass, dumb motherfuckers!" I recall wanting to respond by asking if they knew the difference between weather and climate, but I held back.
Flash forward to today, well into November and the second consecutive day of 70° temps, and all I've heard concerning the weather is how nice it is and all the fun things people did or are going to do. Well, in all fairness, I've seen a lot of cheers and jeers over the House's health care vote, which is important, but I still find the silence curious. I guess I can assume that a yearlong mild summer is a good thing. In Iowa.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I'm allergic to my hair.
*blows off huge layer of dust*
Hey there, I'm sitting and waiting for my yummy chicken to cook because I was an idiot and didn't let it thaw completely, so I had to turn the heat down and increase my wait. Now I'm blogging.
I haven't been here for a couple months, and chances are that after this post, I may disappear again for a while. Most of the trials of grad school are behind me now, but I still have classwork and a bit of hoop-jumping to perform for the ringleader (who apparently likes to set the hoops on fire once in a while). All in all, it looks like only a little over a month to go and I'm done, and two months before the lease on my apartment runs out. While wrapping things up, I realized that I'm unconsciously obsessing about the transition, and one of those things is admittedly quite strange in comparison to the big picture; I must plan my meals and budget the food left in my kitchen so that it's all gone by the end of December.
Seriously, I worry about my mental health sometimes.
Hey there, I'm sitting and waiting for my yummy chicken to cook because I was an idiot and didn't let it thaw completely, so I had to turn the heat down and increase my wait. Now I'm blogging.
I haven't been here for a couple months, and chances are that after this post, I may disappear again for a while. Most of the trials of grad school are behind me now, but I still have classwork and a bit of hoop-jumping to perform for the ringleader (who apparently likes to set the hoops on fire once in a while). All in all, it looks like only a little over a month to go and I'm done, and two months before the lease on my apartment runs out. While wrapping things up, I realized that I'm unconsciously obsessing about the transition, and one of those things is admittedly quite strange in comparison to the big picture; I must plan my meals and budget the food left in my kitchen so that it's all gone by the end of December.
Seriously, I worry about my mental health sometimes.
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